"Let's practice walking down the aisle."
We shoved the coffee table aside and my husband went and put on the shoes he's planning to wear on the big day, his black sharkskin cowboy boots. He'd been out cutting the yard so he had shorts on. It was very entertaining. They messed up and started over. They started out...step. Stop. Step. Stop.
"I don't think people do it that way anymore." I said.
"You just want to glide down the aisle." added the groom.
"Start over; I'll sit on the arm of the chair and play my part."
"What part is that, Mom?"
I feigned tearful hysteria as my daughter rolled her eyes.
Oh that memories could have been so easily held in the hand or trapped in a glowing green jar...